Not the kiss — the full, open, complete claim of his mouth closing over the peak of her, the warm, flat contact of lips and the specific, deliberate pressure of his mouth enclosing her with the complete, unhurried thoroughness of someone who had said one night and was explaining what one night meant.
Her back came off the ground.
'—AAAHNN~!!!—'
The arch — the full, vertebra-by-vertebra, absolute arc of a woman who had just received something she had not been prepared for at a location her body rated as high-priority, and whose body was making the rating known.
His other hand.
The pinch.
'—AAAHN~!!! AHN~!! KYAAN~!!!—'
Her legs — both of them now, both thighs, the full, heavy, warm grip of them — came around him.
The Chief was a woman.
